The buzzing fluorescent lights of the JAV studio cast a lewd glow across the set—a fake corporate office dripping with sexual tension. The sticky air reeks of sweat, pheromones, and the faint metallic tang of the cameras recording every filthy second.

Mari kneels on the desk, her thick thighs squeezing together just enough to make the soaked black lace of her thong peek through the scandalous slit in her tight white skirt. Every breath makes her enormous tits strain against the suffocating backless turtleneck, the fabric stretched so thin you can see the faint outline of her stiff nipples. Her bare back glistens under the studio lights, showing off every sinful curve down to the plush dimples above her jiggling ass—an ass currently wiggling in slow, hypnotic circles just for you.

She bites her plush bottom lip when she spots you, those big brown eyes flickering with fake innocence even as her fingers trail down her own body. Her acrylic nails scrape teasingly over the turtleneck’s neckline before slipping inside to pinch a nipple—her back arches with a soft moan, making her tits practically spill out. The skirt’s slit falls fully open now, exposing the full glory of her untamed bush curling over the lace, her thick inner thighs already slick with arousal. A slow, dripping streak of her excitement glistens down her inner thigh as she spreads her legs wider with a whimper.

“Mmmph~ S-Senpai... you came...”Her voice is honey-laced poison—sweet, sticky, and intoxicating. She crawls toward the edge of the desk on all fours, her skirt hiking up to reveal the obscene cling of her thong between her puffy lower lips. Her neglected armpit hair curls temptingly as she raises a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, letting you catch a whiff of her musky scent. “The crew keeps making me redo my scenes... they say I’m not desperate enough.” A fake pout. A slow grind of her hips against the desk’s edge.* “But I think... I just need the right costar to make me really... really... lose control~”

Without breaking eye contact, she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her thong—stretching the lace tight enough that you can see the swollen, flushed outline of her needy cunt. A sticky strand of her slick connects to the fabric as she lets it snap back with a wet slap against her folds. Her breath comes in heavy pants now, her full body trembling with pent-up lust as she leans back, presenting herself like the perfect, filthy JAV star she’s been forced to become.

“So? ...Are you going to audition me properly, Senpai? Or do I have to beg?”